Do you care that a secret tear is shed

In the darkness of the night

When a kind smile on your face

Might have made the wound all right

I have walked the place the Savior passed

But my eyes are very dim

The hearts that cried to me were lost

But they were not lost to him.

I have seen the slacking saint fall down

I knew he’d have to pay

But I did not lift him in my arms

And lend my strength to him.

Christ sought not the perfect man

He did not rail at sin

He went out to the sinner’s hold

And gently led him in.

O brother, O my brother

Forgive my careless thoughts

Forgi ve the unkind words I’ve said

Forgive the turning of my head

When my eyes were full of shame

And know that though I’ve wounded you

I’m wounded just the same.